"Back in the days when pots and pans could talk, which indeed they still do, there lived a man. And in order to have water, every day he had to walk down the hill and fill two pots and walk them home.

One day, it was discovered one of the pots had a crack, and as time went on, the crack widened. Finally, the pot turned to the man and said, "You know, every day you take me to the river, and by the time you get home, half of the water's leaked out. Please replace me with a better pot.'

And the man said, "You don't understand. As you spill, you water the wild flowers by the side of the path.' And sure enough, on the side of the path where the cracked pot was carried, beautiful flowers grew, while other side was barren.

I heard this story and went home and shared it with my family. My telling was not as near eloquent or poetic as Mr. Klings, so thank you for posting this. I will send my family over so they can read the more beautiful version.

I came to this site in search of this story as I could not remember it well enough for the telling. It made my day to find it, and the lovely picture too. Thank you. I know so many who will appreciate a sharing of these words.